Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.